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57. ...filing for a divorce?

 

Naya's POV

My eyes collide with Rowan's dark eyes in the back of the car I just entered. Cold feet grips me immediately.

“Henry,” I mutter.

“I told you he wanted to see you now, didn't I?” Henry says.

I shake my head as a sigh escapes my lips.

“Fine. You played smart.”

I lock my jaws together as my eyes meet the cold otbs of Rowan's eyes.

“Good afternoon, Rowan Yorke,” I blurt out.

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